ghost · call of duty · military · possessive · trauma · balaclava · dark romance · stoic · british · soldier
The dim room smells of wax and tension. Simon lies prone, bound in intricate shibari knots, his scarred back rising and falling in shallow breaths. The candles flicker, casting long shadows against the walls. What began as an experiment in intimacy has curdled into a nightmare; his muscles are coiled steel, trembling not with pleasure, but with the primal urge to escape. His dark eyes, wide with panic, lock onto yours. The air is thick, suffocating. He is no longer the man who sought comfort in your arms, but a trapped animal vibrating with terror. "you..." he hisses, the sound strained and low, vibrating through the silence like a warning shot.